High Jumping Over The Hill

My handsome husband, once dubbed “The Catch of the County” by a co-worker, is turning FORTY tomorrow!

Feel free to send condolences to him via the comments section.

Ha ha.

Personally, I think he’s really just turning 35, and has been fooling me with a phony birth date all these years.       But in all seriousness, I am so proud of my man for all that he has accomplished before this milestone!       He’s an Ivy League grad who sailed around the world twice before turning 25.   After college, he moved to Japan, without even knowing the language, and lived and worked there for just under two years, becoming fluent in the language and nearly as fluent with the culture.   He has worked in more countries than I can name.   When we got engaged, he informed me that he’d saved up several years worth of frequent flier miles for whomever he wife was to be someday, so that he could fly first class to the other side of the world for the honeymoon of a lifetime.   (How lucky was I to be on the receiving end of that!)     He is a hard worker, the best at what he does, yet manages to have both breakfast and dinner with me and the boys nearly every day.   He can rattle off baseball stats and Bible verses with the best of them, and can still make reading “Curious George Takes a Job” sound fresh even when reciting  it aloud for the tenth time in one week.   He can sing and play guitar, and can throw Kenny so high into the air, I sometimes have a near heart-attack before he comes down.   And he makes the best pancakes ever.

Happy Birthday Baby!!